rip out my insides,
pull out the intestines
from the gut punches bruised,
the heart that heaves
and beats rapidly for thee,
the mind that overthinks
and runs ceaselessly over everything,
pull it all out,
it does nothing for me,
it only runs for you.
my hands were made to hold only you
my arms were made to embrace you
my legs were made to wrap around you
my hips were made to rise and sink
with your every move
my lips were made to kiss only you
my eyes were made to only see you
i, and this body, was made
for you
Month: September 2020
Taco Dream Date
Originally published in The Daily Drunk: https://thedailydrunk.com/f/taco-dream-date
gooey melted cheese
over warm ground beef,
cool crispy lettuce
and fresh juicy tomatoes
wrapped up in
a flour tortilla
blankets the ingredients
of my hunger pained dreams
grab the deliciousness
and sit with me
my taco loving friend
while I grab the wine
and two solo cups
let’s toast to the days
where we enjoy lunch
conversing over our troubled families
these moments are our escape,
our lunch with a friend
or rather a taco dream date
One More Moondance, My Love
Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-eight-09-06-2020
A cool October evening presented itself in front of us,
the full moon in the sky hovered above, and the tension
between us lent itself to lyrics that resonated to every
following Autumn. ‘Can I just have one more Moondance
with you, my love?’ you sang as we walked arm in arm. It
was our first song, my first song sung to me. And to this
day, the smile, the tone of your voice, the way you
captured me, still sends shivers right through me.
From the first taps of the piano to the trumpet blaring
three-quarters of the way through, it all sends me back
to you. I halt everything to remember your voice, your smile,
to be wrapped in a moment with you once again.
in your flood
one step out the door
one step forward
one step closer
to the flood
one step backwards
one step in reverse
one step away
from drowning
a punch to the gut
and tears streaming,
more than the smiles
more than the ‘i love you’s
and how many more years like this
how much can i take like this
i agreed to ever after
but this now, these lows
i can do without
i barely survive the crash
before the next one arrives
give me time to breathe
give me time to survive
give me time in the clearing
before i drown
in your flood
Moving Forward
Originally published in Teen Belle Magazine at https://teenbellemag.wixsite.com/tbmag/post/moving-forward-by-kimberly-ray
Treading forward,
wind pushing against my back
Finding a grip in the blowing sand
Gust ripping and I’m alone again
Ruminating about the sunset
What I’ll see if I continue moving
Head down, pushing against the wind
Marching forward, finding where I’ll begin
I will get my way
Taking fate by the hand
I will see my sunset someday
Making my way across this historic land
Virtual Readings
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